The Lark
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The Lark

Nothing

A dark poem

I feel nothing,
flat,
like a plateau,
barren, cracked earth,
parched,
all color leaking out,
rivulets of blood
like passion
falling
through the cracks.

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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